Two Parts Of One [ BxB ]

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Edited

Brian

I jolted awake, running to the bathroom and puking my guts out for the second time. After puking, I brushed ny teeth and took some pain killers. 

I sighed looking at my appearance, I looked as awful as I felt. Under my eyes where dark bruise like eye bags. My eyes were blood shot with my hair sticking out of random places. I was truly a sight for sore eyes. 

I felt like I had forgotten something, something important. I racked my brain, searching through my memory trying to piece everything up to find what I had forgotten. I came up short, the feeling lingering.

With a sigh, I tore my gaze away from the mirror, making my way back to Greg's room. "Brian!" Eugene yelled, tackling me to the ground. We landed with a hard thud, pain shooting through my entire body. The pain in my head returned, seeming as though it was worse than before.

"Oh my God, Brian! You're finally eighteen! My baby has grown!" Yelled Eugene, holding my face against his chest. I groaned in pain, as I tried to pry him off  of me. "Let go of me, Eugene." I grumbled.

Eugene was eight years older than me which made him twenty five years old. If he hadn't already found his mate, it would be really hard believing that he was as old as he was.

Greg was nineteen, his birthday having passed months prior to mine.

"Eugene, get off of me. I look icky and gross, I need to bath." I said, trying to pry him off of me. Jeremy who was stood by the doorway, came and picked him off of me like the good little puppy he was.

"With the way you're treating him, Jeremiah. It's really hard to believe he's twenty five." I commented, rolling my eyes in annoyance. He really babied Eugene. He babied him to the point that he couldn't function like an adult. I guess I should be happy Jeremy was so protective of Eugene. 

"Hey. Watch it, Brian. And It's Jeremy." He snarled, giving Eugene a piggy back ride. I cocked my eyebrow at that, he shrugged. Our love languages were different, where mine was mostly physical touch, Jeremy's love language was excessive caring. As different as they were, our love languages had something similar. They were both over bearing. 

"Yeah, whatever. Get out of Greg's room." I said, shooing them out of the room.

"Fine, have your boyfriend's room all to yourself, then." Eugene huffed as Jeremy exited the room with him on his back still. 

Greg was still asleep despite the commotion we caused. He was a heavy sleeper, making waking him up an extreme sport.

I went back to the bathroom where I took a bath. I then brushed my teeth once more and tried to fix my hair with, more often than not, no luck whatsoever.

I went back to Greg's room. Greg was waking up, his sleepy gaze wandering around in confusion. His lips lifted up in a lopsided smile as he set his gaze on me, blinking sleepily. 

"Hi." I said as I wore a pair of black capris that I had bought when we went to the mall, a plain black t-shirt and Greg's Vans which seemed to be the only shoes I wore lately. 

"Hey." He said, walking up to me from behind. He circled his arms around my waist, laying his head on my shoulder. He sighed in content, his eyes drooping sleepily. 

He should have stayed in bed if he still felt tired. Greg was clingy, needing to touch me for one third of the time he spent around me. It was as though touching me was to him as the very air he breathe.

He groaned, willing himself awake. It was always so hard for him to come to whenever he first woke up. Perks of being a heavy sleeper I bet.

"Brian's finally old." Greg mumbled against my shoulder, chuckling softly. "Hahaha. That's very funny." I said, rolling my eyes.